Martin McDonagh’s film is a mordantly funny dark fable about men’s inability to work together for the betterment of society.
It lacks an ability to construct significant instances of character drama as symbolic of larger concerns pertaining to nationalist dilemmas.
Even as it entertains increasingly far-fetched detours, the film’s folkloric narrative offers an ideal vehicle for this pictorial play.
Life’s a Breeze is a rigidly predetermined film that runs on the fumes of hackneyed plot points.